No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.

The raven once in snowy plumes was drest,White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast,Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowlHis tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quiteTo sooty blackness from the purest white.